By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.
How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?
All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.
Love is short, but forgetting is long.